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From Tim - gig: can't remember
¡mui bien!!!
good one!!! TimXXXX 11th November From Andy at the Bull & Gate
Sorry didn't make Monty. 10th November Our man under the Sudanese Okapi at the Montague. Monty rammed and surrealer than usual with a touch of aerosol cobweb to make the skeletons look spooky. Hungarian TV go round making documentaries about people's ears. The grips win all the Croatian beer and are never seen again. Twirly Claire is a blur. Lurka tries to hypnotise Paul the Girl with his quiff. Somewhere in Mexico, Swifty heckles in his sleep. How do you follow the Brain on this form? With science... Tudosok from Budapest. The blurtiest precision groove racket this side of Blurt, which is a fine margin as they live round here too.
8th November From PRAAAAAHHD at ONETOOMANY gig.
Hello boys, Kristopoulos. 29th October From Cyberpiper at the Luxembourg gig. Hi Guys!
Just saying hello! Was a great gig we all had! I had much fun at least.
I much enjoyed the CD, did you listen to mine?
Pete 28th October GREAT SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A'LICE at IMPERIA-TORINO. 23rd October From W H Y - Poortgebouw gig, Rotterdam
Buttsteamer in the Poortgebouw. Brain of Morbius confirmed sighting in Rotterdam. First heard unfamiliar british accents in the morning, apparently on a grand tour through the labyrinthine bowels of the house, basic instructions where they can and can not shit, sleep and shower. We were happy to hear that they could siesta (after 18 hours of driving from Italy) in a much disputed guest chamber as opposed to the freezing bar space where they would later have to perform. Anyway, lucky for them that we just turned on the heat. Delivering birthday Koma candles to housemate Alex later, we first saw the Brains eating in the bar. Supposedly they had ate too much in Italy but think they got well-fed again. Round 20:00 helped the other band, Grassmoawer, pull in their gear from the dark and dangerous white(-washed) rich neighbourhood we live in. Later yet, drinking a red wine up in our secret headquarters, we hear a strange voice. One of them, (Baby D although none of their names or faces we really knew) was looking for some plaster for the bass-player’s fingers. "We don’t have plaster but we have band-aids.” Looking a bit lost, we invited him into our room while searching for the band-aids. Guess the injury wasn’t too urgent as we spoke longer about Slovenia and our view over the river. Returning downstairs, working the bar and getting a bit intoxicated on 1,50 euro bottles of Languedoc from LIDL. Grassmoawer wraps up their set, bar shift change, another drink, a rumble comes from the other room so we enter the now sweat-warmed stage area. Again, we didn’t know Brain of Morbius before making it hard to say who did what or what tracks played. Doesn’t matter. It was heavy and it was hard-hitting from the beginning to the end. To every track, you can dance like an idiot. Skinny Puppy, Throbbing Gristle, Sex Pistols and the Young Gods came to mind at different points in the night. Shame there was only about 20 people, the rest of Rotterdam doesn’t know what they have missed. What we miss on the CD’s, a gracious gift to the house when they left the next morning (after another stomach nursery from Alex), was the inbetween rants from Bones. He took every opportunity to take the piss out of Rotterdam and Holland. Much appreciated cynicism!
23rd October Hi, I`m from Novi Sad and I would like to have an interview with you or have you send me something about your work and history. This is for a student newspaper. Igor Lekic 19th October Darko was at the Travnik gig.
Well, it took me more than two weeks to sort out my brain after this ... I don't know how to name it. Apparently I didn't sort out my brain yet. I had to watch "Monty Python's The Meaning of Life" again to finish the extravaganza YOU guys started.
darko
Hello to you people from Austria :)....I had a good time at your gig in Travnik, Bosnia....play it louder boys!!!!!!
Vanja
Hiiii!
Folks, I'm so happy that we met and that you showed us that PUNK'S NOT DEAD! Haahahhaa - I can't beleive those young gays attacking Bones all the time! Conisdering the numeber of BEAUTIFUL, LOVEMAKEABLE GIRLS in Novi Sad (adn Belgrade, as well) we'll do our best to select the audience! ...I really hope you're coming on spring, 'cause we've already started making the festival much stronger and much more supported!
Kisses to Katherine!
Vlada
Just wondering how you guys are doing (on your tour through crazy Balkans)...
But if you lived through the Motherland festival experience I guess you cannot be killed...
Ana & Marko (Deda & Alisa & Vid & Vlada & Goca)
In Hungary, the Budapest-Miskolc-Eger leg of the tour was a smashing success:
"Wheels" Rob the driver was able to impersonate the guy in the unicum poster and moon a Miskolc tower block. Meanwhile, Bones seems to be getting over his shyness with strangers and Dave is making off-color remarks with increasing confidence. Gwynny and Ellwell insist that it's not Ben and J-Lo all over again, but they've still yet to set a date. Clash became re-acquainted with the Hungarian language and received a mildly ugly hat for his efforts. Even I was heartened by the bands' assurances that I could have a career in porn if I just get a northern accent. (Have been imitating Bjork ever since.)
Members of the band keep calling the locals "palinka-face," but no one seems to care. A man with palinka legs danced with a tram on the main street of Miskolc. Istvan from Apolok claimed he is "Uber Lazy," but he still made the effort to do that crazy thing with his eyes. Samu from Apolok played killer guitar before the Brain's Miskoc set, then fucked everyone off the next day by making gratuitous "Hammond Eggs." Barango lost his phone and had to be consoled by 17 different women -- three of them were old enough to be in a bar legally.
Eger crowd was really up for it, and so was the band. Bones moshed with the palinka faces while Gwynny pulled faces of his own. Music at all three shows was skin-tight and high-energy. These boys have a future in music, if they can survive the six-week tour.
After three days of following the band I'm bed-ridden, chewing on vitamin pills and checking brochures for retirement homes. When people call me on the phone I just scream "WHAT?!" and hang up. Can't wait to see the Brain again in Novi Sad.
Barango writes:
My voice is fucked. My head hurts. Drought breakers on the terrace.
Drought breakers down.
Brain
Health Report
Over and out,,,brainxxx
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